He stripped out of his clothes and stood in front of the mirror, naked except his boxers. Todd was 28 years old, just a shade under 6'2" and weighed 185 pounds. He was slender but he was also built, thanks to his fitness regimen, which included 2-hour gym workouts five times a week and a five-mile run every other morning.
He was pulled up off the bed and unceremoniously tied to a wooden apparatus that left his dick, ass, and upper body completely exposed. Someone got down on all fours and began to suck his cock. He tried to cry out but the dildo in his mouth muffled his cries. Then the dildo was removed, only to be replaced a moment later by a fat dripping cock.
He let his hand linger a while on Andy's lower back but Andy didn't seem to notice. He also didn't notice that Pete's left hand was behind his back the whole time they had been talking. If he had noticed, he would've seen both his boxers and his sweaty briefs balled up in Pete's fist.
He licked at Jeff's now hairless balls, lapping up the fresh jizz. He pulled Jeff's underwear all the way off and tossed them on the floor. He left Jeff lying on the bed groaning and writhing while he grabbed his bag, taking out a pair of leather cuffs and fastening them to Jeff's wrists.
He was firmly impaled on that cock and it wouldn't let up until Will had been pleased. God how he could fuck too. The quick hard jabs into his body, the refusal to lessen it no matter how much he pleaded.
From now on, you will only wear briefs. No boxers, no bikinis, no thongs. Just briefs. White briefs. And when you come for your future sessions you'll strip down to your underwear as soon as I close the door. You'll strip down and come sit down on the couch. It'll seem completely natural to you. Do you understand?
Don't worry about it," Steve said softly, continuing to massage his pecs. He bent down and put his lips to Greg's ears and whispered, "you know, you still look hot. Why don't you take your pants off? I think you'll feel better
He was in a room, lying on his back on a table, legs spread slightly and knees bent. He tried to sit up but his shoulders and arms were held down. As his head continued to clear, he realized it was he who was moaning. He lifted his head and saw someone at the edge of the table, stroking his dick through his underwear.
Within the next minute Marat's eyes closed and didn't open again. The sound of the metronome clicking back and forth was the only sound in the room, besides the steady breathing of the hypnotized tennis stud. Ben watched as Marat's chest rose and fell in a slow even pattern. He was sleeping, a look of bliss on his face.
Andreas was twenty years old and a senior at UNLV. The blond-haired, blue-eyed stud with drop-dead looks that could've easily been spread out among four people stood 6'1 and weighed in at 180 pounds. He kept his body in shape, despite his love for beer, with daily workouts in the university gym and pool. He was a star on both the water polo and swim teams.
"Oh yeah... you getting turned on by all this, Jeff?" Steve asked, wrapping his fist around Jeff's erect cock, sliding it up and down. It had grown to its full 10 inches. It was curved like a banana and was beginning to ooze pre-cum that ran down the plum-shaped head and over the shaft. "Does this feel good?" Jeff nodded slowly.
I don't know how many times they made me suck their dicks or how much cum they shot in my mouth and on my face. I lost track of time, what with all the poppers and chloroform. They were taking more and more pictures. I don't think I lost consciousness, but I can't be sure.
Jeff Stearn was obsessed with Troy Aikman. He had long lusted after the 6'4, blond haired, blue eyed, built like a brickhouse Adonis of a quarterback of the Dallas Cowboys.
This man's looking forward to the big game, but his wife teams up with his best pal to alter his plans with a bit of rope and electric penis discipline.